But, that’s not the case, it’s already coming to me.”
"Demon Chef..." He called her name
"What? Brother Xuhuang!"
She pulled back her gaze, looked at him, and then passed his gaze to her prince.
"It's okay..." he said, thinking, "As long as she is happy, it will be fine. I'd better not cause any trouble to her."
With the efforts of himself and a group of subordinates, Ming Luo finally found the entrance to an ice cellar. "Is this the love cave? Are you sure?"
Standing at the entrance where the weeds were growing, he asked the guard beside him. Although the grass looked full of vitality, the core part of the grass had died due to the harsh cold.
The cold air in this position was not much worse than being in an ice cellar. His subordinates answered him with certainty that this was the love hole. He listened attentively, but could not hear any movement inside.
"Master, only music that penetrates into the heart can move this hole, and then it will open the hidden door by itself."
One of his subordinates said to him, "How did you know?" He asked, "Master," and the subordinate said, "An old man told me during the investigation.
That day, when he came to the mountain to collect medicine, he saw a man bringing a girl here, and the girl played heavenly music, and then the door opened automatically."
Inside the Stirring Cave
The temperature is very cold, and every section in the cave is inlaid with very thick ice cubes that are as bright as a mirror. A coffin made of ice cubes is placed in a conspicuous position as soon as you enter the cave.
There is no lid on the coffin, and you can see a man with an indescribably handsome face lying inside. His eyelids are gently closed, as if he is sleeping soundly, making it impossible to believe that he is dead.
Accompanying him is the light and overflowing music of the banjo. This kind of pure and beautiful music is enough to move the world and everything in the world, and it also locks the man's soul tightly.
The person playing the five-stringed instrument is a thirty-six-year-old female violinist who looks as beautiful as a young woman. The female violinist's long hair hangs gently in front of her body, and her slender fingers make waves on the strings.
wonderful notes
After a long time, she stopped playing the piano, looked at the young and beautiful woman beside her, and said: "Jing Luan, do you know? When you were playing the piano those few days, I actually felt it from the beginning.